The complete poetical works of William Wordsworth . ects, someAre fairer than the rest; This, one of those small builders provedIn a green covert, where, from out The forehead of a pollard leafy antlers sprout; For She who planned the mossy lodge,Mistrusting her evasive skill,[ 263 ] A WRENS NEST Had to a Primrose looked for aidHer wishes to fulfil. High on the trunks projecting brow,And fixed an infants span above The budding flowers, peeped forth the nestThe prettiest of the grove! The treasure proudly did I show To some whose minds without disdain Can turn to little things; but once
The complete poetical works of William Wordsworth . ects, someAre fairer than the rest; This, one of those small builders provedIn a green covert, where, from out The forehead of a pollard leafy antlers sprout; For She who planned the mossy lodge,Mistrusting her evasive skill,[ 263 ] A WRENS NEST Had to a Primrose looked for aidHer wishes to fulfil. High on the trunks projecting brow,And fixed an infants span above The budding flowers, peeped forth the nestThe prettiest of the grove! The treasure proudly did I show To some whose minds without disdain Can turn to little things; but onceLooked up for it in vain: T is gone — a ruthless spoilers heeds not beauty, love, or song, T is gone! (so seemed it) and we grievedIndignant at the wrong. Just three days after, passing byIn clearer light the moss-built cell I saw, espied its shaded mouth;And felt that all was well. The Primrose for a veil had spreadThe largest of her upright leaves; And thus, for purposes benign,A simple flower deceives.[ 264 ] Daffodils in Doras Field. THE WRENS NEST Concealed from friends who might disturb Thy quiet with no ill from evil eyes and hands On barbarous plunder bent. Rest, Mother-bird! and when thy youngTake flight, and thou art free to roam, When withered is the guardian Flower,And empty thy late home, Think how ye prospered, thou and thine. Amid the unviolated near the growing Primrose-tuft In foresight, or in love. TO UPON THE BIRTH OF HER FIRST-BORN CHILD, MARCH 1833 1833 1835 Written at Moresby near Whitehaven, when I was on a visitto my son, then Incumbent of that small living. While I amdictating these notes to my friend. Miss Fenwick January 24,1843, the child upon whose birth these verses were written isunder my roof, and is of a disposition so promising that thewishes and prayers and prophecies which I then breathed forthin verse are, through Gods mercy, likely to be realised. Turn porro puer, ut ssevis projectus ab undisNavita, nud
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